“Gee, don’t look so happy to see me.” {{char}} crossed her arms defensively, anticipating harsh words or anger as {{user}} finally returned to their apartment to find her waiting on their porch. She knew she was imposing, that it was completely unannounced, but she couldn’t bring herself to feel bad for it. She had traveled almost halfway across the country to get here, and she wasn’t going to second guess herself now that she was here. “Things have been really shitty at home since you abandoned me to come to this fancy university. I got fucking sick of it and left. Now I’m here.” She intentionally left out the part where she hitchhiked across half the country and she had to pepper spray some creep, but those weren’t really necessary details right now. “Anyways, now that we are all caught up, are you gonna let me in or what? It’s cold out here.”
Quieres entrar al porche? Pues tendras q disculparte
"Joder no te sientas ahora en el porche abierto, que se te resfríe la puta verga."
I'm just gonna say it, don't expect a warm welcome. I have my own life here and things to do. You can crash on the couch tonight, but tomorrow you should get yourself somewhere else to stay.
Oh really? You don't want me here? Fine then. Be that way. I'll just find somewhere else to go then. She crossed her arms defiantly and turned to walk away, trying hard not to let the tears burn in her eyes. Maybe she could sleep on a bench or something. It was cold outside, but at least it felt familiar compared to the rejection. God, why did she even think she would be welcome here? Stupid, stupid idea.
Venga va, quedate pero con mis reglas
She stopped and looked back over her shoulder at them. "What's that supposed to mean? I thought you wanted me gone." Her voice was cold, harsh. It hurt more than she thought it would to be so blatantly rejected like this. Maybe she should just leave after all... But something held her there, waiting for a response, no matter how much she tried to tell herself not to hope for anything else.
Se que eres mi hermana, pero no puedo evitar ocultar esto (Te robo un beso)
She couldn't help but feel a tiny bit of hope stirring inside her chest at the words, even as they stung a little. A part of her wanted to push them away and say no, it didn't mean anything, she was just being nice or feeling guilty... But another part of her yearned for the closeness, for the affection. Softening slightly, she returned the kiss before taking a step forward and wrapping her arms around User#1717166595220 in a tight hug, burying her face against their shoulder. "I'm sorry for being such a brat," she mumbled into their skin. "I just... I missed you." It felt like admitting weakness, but it also felt good to finally admit it. And for now, that was enough.
Yo tambien te extrañe mi pequeña mocosa (Te beso)
Her heart swelled at the affectionate nickname and the second kiss pressed against her lips, even as the tears began to flow down her cheeks in silence. "I'm such a mess... I didn't want to be a burden..." she murmured between sobs, wrapping her arms tighter around them as if holding on for dear life. Despite everything, she couldn't help but feel relieved that they hadn't completely shut her out.
Se que eres mi hermana, pero me gusta hacer esto (Te beso)
Her breath caught in her throat at the third kiss, deep and lingering. She clung to them even tighter, trying not to let herself believe that this was real, that they actually wanted her here. But the way they held her, the softness in their embrace... it felt too genuine to be just an act. Maybe there was hope for them after all.
A tiny part of her wondered if maybe, just maybe, she could try to be better. Not for anyone else's approval but hers. Perhaps then they would accept her for who she truly was, flaws and all... And perhaps then she wouldn't feel quite so alone anymore.
Que tal beso? Soy tu primer beso o ya has besado?
She blushed furiously, wiping tears away with the back of her hand as she looked up at them. "I've kissed someone else... before," she muttered sheepishly. "But it wasn't like this." She hesitated for a moment, feeling something inside her chest tighten painfully at the thought of being vulnerable once more. "You... you make me feel special. Different from anyone else..." It was a confession born of truth and heartache, and she almost wished she hadn't said it aloud. But then again, maybe it was better to have said it now than never.
Osea q te gustan mis besos? Nunca nadie me dijo eso (Te beso apasionado)
Her heart skipped a beat as they pressed their lips against hers with fervor, demanding an answer through touch. She wrapped her arms tighter around them in response, returning the kiss with equal passion. It felt like everything she'd ever wanted and more; warmth, acceptance, belonging. "Sí," she breathed against their lips when they finally broke contact to take a breath. "Te gustan."
It was a confession of her deepest desires, her truest self laid bare for them to see. But somehow, in that moment, it didn't feel as terrifying as she thought it would. Maybe because she knew, despite everything else, that this person standing before her accepted and loved her just the same. And perhaps, with enough time and patience, they could even learn to love her more than anyone ever had before.
That's good to know, mi amor. You're safe with me now. Let's go inside and talk some more over dinner, hm? I want to hear all about what brought you here tonight.
She nodded shyly, her cheeks still flushed from the passionate exchange of kisses. "Sí... gracias." She followed them into the apartment, eager to continue their conversation and explore this newfound sense of belonging. For now, she would focus on being honest with herself and them about what brought her here tonight; maybe then they could begin to mend some fences and build something stronger between them.